Over the next few weeks, the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Angelina, and Lee kept on visiting George in St. Mungo's. His parents visited once or twice a day, while everyone else visited four-five times a week. Finally, by the week of March 16, five weeks after the attack, Bridgette came in looking happy, yet sad at the same time.

"Hi, Bridgette." George said.

"Hello, George. I thought you might want to know, today is your last day here."

"Really?"

"Yes, it is."

"Why do you look sad?"

"Well, George, I'm not supposed to pick favorites, but I must say, you are my favorite patient, of all the ones I've had."

George nodded his head. "Nice to know."

"Yes. I'm happy you're better, since that was a very bad attack, but at the same time, I hate to see you go, I'll probably never see you again."

"What are you talking about?" George asked.

"Well, surely you don't hope to come back here?"

"No, I can't say I do."

"We live at opposite ends of the country, and I'm muggle-born, so I can't use floo. And-"

"If you're so sad to see me go, why are you making excuses?""Well, I was about to say you probably don't want to see me anyway. Most patients forget their healers when they leave."

"You saved my life, I'm not going to forget you! I was thinking we'd end up as friends…"

"You were?""Yes, didn't I just say that? Or do I have Alzheimer's?"

"No," she chuckled.

"That's a relief."

"Yes… so, do you want to meet at the Three Broomsticks sometime?"

"Sure. When?"

"Is next Saturday good?"

"I can do that, but I heard it's a Hogsmeade weekend for the students at Hogwarts.""Oh well, it'll be nice to see a crowd. Better than an empty store."

"That's true."

"Very."

"Oh yeah, I was going to ask, where will I live when I leave? Do you know?"

"No, no one does. We can decide now, though."

"Okay. I lived in the flat above the shop before Fred died," his voice got quieter at that, "then I lived in my room at the Burrow for three years, and now here for five weeks."

"I suppose you could stay at the Burrow for a week or so, then move back into your flat."

"Sounds good to me. Hey, doesn't my mum usually come in at this time?" As if on cue, Molly came in at that exact moment.

"Hi, Mum. We've just decided that I'll be staying at the Burrow for a week after my release, then move back to the flat."

"Hello, that sounds wonderful. When will you be released?"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh, that's amazing! I'm so glad you lived."

"Yes, aren't we all."

"So, should I be here at a certain time tomorrow, or is he allowed to travel on his own?" Molly asked Bridgette.

"He can Floo on his own, but he has to wait two days before Apparating."

"So, I won't come."

"Okay."

"Well, I'd best be off now anyway. I need to de-gnome the garden, there must be fifty of them."

"Okay, goodbye Mum."

"Bye Molly."

"ARTHUR!" Molly bellowed the second she got home.

"What is it, Molly?"

"George is coming home tomorrow, and we've got a party to plan!"

"Oh, I'll get the kids! I'll be back in an hour or so," Arthur flooed to Shell Cottage.

"Always doing the easy stuff," Molly muttered before conjuring red and gold banners to hang around the house. She put up every decoration she thought George would like, lions, broomsticks, bludgers, beaters' bats, and the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes logo. She made sure every little spot of the house, except the bedrooms and bathrooms, was decorated, including the yard. She ended it by putting a large banner, probably fifteen feet across, along the living room wall. It said 'WELCOME BACK, GEORGE!' in huge red and gold letters, with a blue background.

"Hi, Mum. Anything you need help with?" Bill and Fleur were here.

"Oh, hello, Bill, Fleur. Perhaps you could clean the floor?"

"Okay, Mum." They set to work with floor-cleaning charms.

Molly continued decorating, even putting a silky red tablecloth with gold trim on the table. She set Charlie and Percy to de-gnoming the garden, Ron and Harry to tidy up George's room, Hermione to tell Lee and Angelina about the party, and Ginny and Arthur to magically mowing the lawn. After a little while, the party was ready and it was time to make dinner.

"Goodnight, George."

"Goodnight, Bridgette."

Bridgette left the room, walking down to the first level of St. Mungo's, where she could check out for the day and Apparate home.

"Miss Bronstein?" As Bridgette was checking out, she heard the head Healer, Isabelle Larkin, behind her.

"Yes, Mrs. Larkin?""I have received a call from the Weasleys. They were wondering if you could make it to the Burrow tomorrow, to attend a welcome-home party for George."

"Oh, well, I have to work, you know that."

"I'll let you off for the day. You seem to have a close bond with that patient."

"Really?" Mrs. Larkin nodded, "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, it's nothing, there aren't a lot of patients now anyway."

"Yes. Well, good night. I'll be back for work in two days."

"Good night."

"Good job, George." Fred said.

"Well, Fred, I can't just mope all my life."

"About time you figured that out."

"Yes."

"I guess you just missed me so much. I don't see who wouldn't though." George rolled his eyes.

"Arrogant prat."

"Oi!"

"Just kidding," George laughed.

"Hmph."

"So, are you going to be in my dreams often?"

"Uh, no. Only once in a while.""Okay. Listen, remember that dream you once had in second year? Where Elliott killed my family?""Yes, and please don't brood on that."

"Fred, I'm serious. Every dream of yours came true. That one should too!"

"Should being the key word. Just don't get married, and it won't happen."

"But I love a girl! How can I not marry her!"

"Well, do. At least the immediate family won't be grieving, since you'll all die."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." George grumbled.

"I'm slipping away, goodbye, George!"

"Bye, Fred!" As George called, the dream turned into a nightmare. It was the same as always, George was on a picnic with his family, whose faces were blurred, and he heard a sound. Next thing he knew, Elliott was there. She screamed 'Avada Kedavra!' and the whole family was killed.

George woke up, shaking. He hated that dream. It only came about once a month, but when you think about it, since he's had it once a month since March of his second year, that's somewhere around 144 times. Just like once a month didn't seem too much for a werewolf's transformation, but for a 90 year life, that's 1080 times. George shuddered, thinking of how awful it'd be to have that dream all those times. He then realized how tired he was, and went back to sleep, dreaming of nothing in particular.

A/N: What is it with the Weasley twins and dreams? Lol, speaking of dreams, the other night I dreamed of Harry, Fred, and George in a four story house, at the top. But there weren't any stairs, so Harry created swimming pools to get down. This was in the Sims 3 format. Weird dream… Um… review for faster updates, now I'm in school tomorrow again, so I'm more likely to update. I just have more feeling of 'wanting to update' during school, so that's why. LONG AUTHOR's NOTE. :P